There was shouting, flashing lights, angels appearing out of nowhere, and the smell of sulfur filling the air. There was black smoke, creatures of all kinds, Sam's face disappearing and reappearing from the crowd, weapons clashing everywhere and the sound of Micah's voice in his ears.
They had been in many wars, this was the first real battle.
Dean could hear Bobby yell out his brother's name as he tossed Sam the knife he had been holding, his brother snatching it from the air and sending another demon straight back to hell.
Dean just stood there, not moving a muscle. No one touched him, no one stopped their fighting, it was almost like they were invisible and everything was going in slow-motion.
"Okay, kiddo." Dean said "You ready for this?" Dean asked, his own voice echoing in his head as he raised one arm, closing his eyes and concentrated.
Take care of this child. It will do great things.
That's your baby's heartbeat!
Our little guy.
I think it kicked!
The flashbacks came rushing back like a slideshow in fast-forward, every emotion, every memory from the bond was first forged up until now. It was overwhelming.
But Dean, he loves you. I promise.
The sadness in Sam's voice. His own insecurities.
I was wrong. I love him.
I can't be without you
He could feel Micah's presence, and for a moment, it was like he could see their entire life flashing before his eyes, both his and Micah's. It was indescribable.
When he opened his eyes again, he just knew his eyes were glowing, almost like an angel's.
Almost like his awakening, he had a sudden realization. Micah wasn't just the product of love, he was love himself. He was the light against their dark life. He had saved them.
They could talk about angels versus demons, heaven and hell, good and bad all they wanted. It was kind of surreal, that now, with this war going on, he realized that light was family, it was trust, and love, a stack of pancakes on Sunday morning and car-rides to visit Bobby. While the darkness was hate, and vengeance, seeing Sam's sad eyes when he realized what had happened that night in the bar, his insecurities almost ruining them.
That had been the real battle. Now, with Micah there, right with him. His family by his side, his own darkness out of the way, their bond strengthened beyond what it had ever been.
"Sam." Dean breathed out, he felt dizzy. He couldn't even make out the bodies in front of him, only seeing shadows and glimpses of light.
His brother was beside him, breathing his name. He sounded confused, but Dean couldn't really tell as his voice only echoed, sounding so far away.
"Micah." He said then, the baby only cooed, like he understood what was happening.
Then a mess of colors exploded in front of Dean's eyes, shutting his eyes closed. He held his breath before letting himself slip away into unconsciousness.
Sam's worried face was the first thing he had seen when he had woken up, covered in cuts and bruises, they looked old though and Dean wondered how long he had been out. The memories of the battle flashing before his eyes and giving him a headache.
"Hey." He choked out, his voice dry. Sam realized he was awake then and quickly leaned over and stroked his cheek.
"Don't ever do that again."
"M'n not really sure what I did." Dean confessed, as he turned his head, looking around the room. They were back at Bobby's it seemed. Upon feeling an emptiness in his chest he quickly looked back to Sam "Micah?"
Sam smiled "He's alright."
Dean let out a breath of relief. Thank god.
"What happened?" He asked, before coughing, his throat felt a little bit like razor blades. Sam leaned over to get a glass of water from the night stand, helping his brother take a few sips.
"Cas healed your body, but your mind needed to rest."
"Because?"
"Apparently you absorbed all of Micah's power through your bond." Sam said "Don't worry, it didn't hurt him, apparently it was mean to be from the start, whatever that means."
"I can barely remember." Dean said "It was this weird kind of rush, but don not worry, I will never be doing that again."
"I would think, the angels said it was greater than their powers combined." Sam explained "Scared me a little when they told me."
"It was a good kind of power though." Dean reassured him "So what happened?"
Sam was quiet then, like he was about to share some unbelievable news "They are gone."
"What's gone?"
"Micah's powers." Sam replied "It was like he was containing them or something."
Sam tried his best to explain, that Micah had been like a vessel, not that different from what an angel used, like Sam would have been for Lucifer or him for Michel. That because of his true nature it was born inside of him, but when Dean had contracted it, he had been able to use it, send it out into the universe and scattered it.
"What does that even mean?" Dean asked.
"It means it's over." Sam said on a breath, not really believing what he was saying himself.
Dean tried sitting up in his bed then, even with Sam protesting. Dean just brushed him off as he threw his legs over the side of the bed so he could meet Sam's face properly. Sam just smiled at him, tears in his eyes.
"What's exactly is over?" he asked.
"Dean." Sam said, taking one hand and stroking Dean's cheek, his own grin big on his face "All the demons, they are all gone."
